November

david small | 04:57 Wed 01st Nov 2023 | ChatterBank

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Just to cheer you up.

November By Thomas Hood.

No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky - no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -
No road - no street - no 't'other side the way' -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -
No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em -
No travelling at all - no locomotion,
No inkling of the way - no notion -
'No go' - by land or ocean -
No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, -
November!

My Lovely Friend

For Wolf (Susan)

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1ozzy

And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

david small

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Hi'ya 1ozzy, how's it hanging? Still creating masterpieces?

1ozzy

G'day Dave, not many pieces these days, ran out of aged, weathered, free materials.

How are you keeping?

barry1010

There's a cherry start to the day.

1ozzy

I like cherries

david small

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Fine thanks. In bed listening to the wind building up. Another storm on the way. It's being so cheerful, as keeps me going....

1ozzy

I'd love to experience a storm worthy of being mentioned in the bible.

With a bit of forewarning, I could build a boat!!

Alas, dust prevails.

Cloverjo

I love November.
No hordes or crowds or hot sunshine. My favourite time of the year

retrocop

Expensive time of year for us. Grand- daughter, both our sons, mine , late mother and late father ( 1st Dec) have birthdays in November. When the boys were young we sent our hard earned lucre up to the heavens and watched it disappear in a puff of smoke. Soon managed tokick that tradition into the long grass.